11/26/2004

I went to Ikea last night. Again. This time with my mum. Mark got a reprieve.

Seeing as it’s that festive time of year, when we are all donning our gay apparel and everything, I thought, wouldn’t it be cool if Ikea made Christmas crackers. Instead of those lame little sewing kits and magnifying glasses that you find in normal Christmas crackers, the Ikea ones would have little, teeny, tiny assemble-it-yourself cd racks and bookshelves. Oh, and don’t forget a little teeny, tiny allen key.